IDIOTS

Just a thought...

...If I already have made it clear I do not want to date you, do not call me 80 times on St Patrick's Day trying to find out what party I am at for the moment just so you can stare at me from across the room. When I tell you I don't know where I am, because it is the honest to God truth, then just deal with it. Calling me and being a bitch makes me like you even less than I did before. Do not then, after my phone has died because the battery was already low and you kept calling and calling and calling and texting and texting and texting, leave me a bitchy voicemail about how you were just being a nice guy and wanted to hang out with me and our friends. You're an idiot...

It occurred to me I have not told the creepy pimp escort story yet. Sadly, I must clean my room so this story must once again wait for another time.